Humans disgust and amaze me.
I don't know how it's done. For someone callous, ignorant and cold, I'm living in a sphere of my own perpetual bliss. I say I have no regrets, but it's a lie.
I finger the edges of your white tunic, hoping to find a less abrasive surface. It's aggravating. Why is it so ruthlessly dominating? Why is it that sometimes, I can't see beyond the hour.
I want to go home. So badly.
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